A/N: I had planned on naming this story something else but my creativity failed me so I lamely called it Suspicious Behavior Part Two. Maybe someday I'll change it. Probably not.

Also, I kept spelling "restaurant" wrong but for some odd reason my spell check auto-corrected it to "restraint." Hopefully I fixed them all but if you see a random "restraint" anywhere, I apologize.

Now, please enjoy chapter two.

Chapter Two of Two

The street the café was on was in chaos. Potted plants were strewn everywhere along with trash cans that had been blown up during the fight, splattering garbage on the sidewalks. There were three bodies scattered on the road but Harry didn't recognize any of the people. Heero paused at each person long enough to declare them dead and move on.

The fighting had migrated a small block over. Heero had to shove Harry behind him as the teen constantly tried to take the lead. They both crouched low to the ground and peered around the corner of a building in time to see multiple flashes of light fly by. Heero jerked them back.

"What kind of weapon is that?"

"It's not one kind of weapon." Harry glanced around the corner briefly. "The red ones are for disabling. That orange one is for pain." A flash of green lit up the area and they heard screams. Harry flinched and stared Heero hard in the eyes. "Green is death, Heero. Every time, no exceptions, no second chances, no blocking, no escaping. It is always, always death. Never let green anywhere near you."

Heero didn't fully understand but could tell how serious Harry was. He nodded. "I understand."

Harry held up his wand. "The lights come from these. These are our weapons and they can do the same as and a lot more than your gun."

"Affirmative."

"Stay close to me."

"You are not to leave my side."

Harry smiled as they each spoke at the same time. Neither one was willing to give up control of the situation to the other. They were both determined to protect each other.

After a brief moment, Heero took the lead and led them into the fight. They stayed as low to the ground as they could and ducked behind whatever solid object they could get too first. Spells flew around them but none were aimed at the two specifically. So far they hadn't been spotted. The two ducked behind a fallen water fountain and stopped to catch their breath.

"Duo would have found somewhere high and hidden away."

Harry looked around and his eyes lit up. "Over there!" he pointed. "Those are my friends." Harry could see the familiar robes of Tonks and Remus huddled together and shooting off spells. A little ways away were other members of the Order. "If my friend's found him, they would do whatever they could to protect him."

Heero waited for a break in the fire before running with Harry towards the boy's friends. They were both nearly shot with spells when Remus heard them coming from behind and whipped around, ready to attack. Luckily for Harry and Heero, Remus had quick reflexes and was able to stop the spell on his lips.

"Harry!" Remus exclaimed in shock and horror.

Tonks whipped around and scowled, brandishing her wand at the teen. "Why you little—!"

"Scold me later, Tonks. Remus, Voldemort is here. He knew about the ambush. This has all been a trap."

"Tell us something we don't know, Harry." Remus moved over so the two had better cover behind the debris they were crouching next to. "We realized that when we attacked Lestrange and she just laughed."

Harry's fist clenched. "How many are there?"

"That doesn't matter!" Tonks hissed. "You need to get your arse outta here! You-know-who himself is here! I could never live with myself if he captured you!"

"She's right, Harry," Remus agreed. "This is too dangerous for you."

Harry ignored them. "There's a muggle somewhere around here who got caught up in the fight. We're trying to find him before he gets hurt."

Remus glanced at Heero in surprise, as if he had only just then realized that Harry wasn't alone. "We evacuated all the muggles before the fighting even started."

"He would have escaped your detection," Heero stated.

Just then two spells hit their debris they were hiding behind simultaneously. The rock exploded, sending all four people flying backwards. Harry groaned as he was slammed into the ground but didn't even get a chance to scramble to his feet before Heero was up and dragging him to safety. The other man had a cut on his forward but he didn't even acknowledge it as he moved Harry behind more debris.

"Remus! Tonks!"

Harry was able to look over his shoulder long enough to spot Remus carrying a dazed Tonks to safety. Minerva McGonagall appeared out of nowhere and provided cover fire for the two. Heero dragged Harry into a clothing shop to hide.

"How are we supposed to find Duo in this mess?" Harry wondered.

Heero spotted a dressing room mirror and shattered it easily with a rack from the store. He found a decent sized piece of broken glass and moved underneath the window. After making sure Harry was as close to him as possible, Heero held up the glass and caught the light.

"What are you doing?"

"Signal. If Duo is nearby, he will see it." Heero pulled out his phone and handed it to Harry. "Keep an eye for a call or message in case he still has his phone."

They sat in the clothing store for what felt like hours. Heero kept his eyes glued to the fight outside, searching for a trace of his friend. Harry clutched the cell phone in one hand and his wand in the other. He alternated between staring at the phone desperately and shooting spells out the window whenever he spotted a Death Eater close enough to attack.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed when they finally saw an answering signal from Duo. Heero quickly moved away from the window. "He is on the second floor of a restaurant. He has been wounded and has limited mobility."

"You got all that from flashing a piece of glass around?"

"We must move quickly. We have already stayed in one spot too long."

Heero grabbed him and they huddled by the door. The spells flying through the air had started to slow down. Harry pulled out his wand and cast a shield charm over them both, gaining a strange look from Heero. They didn't have a chance to discuss it though, as a renegade spell hit the top of the building they were huddling in. Pieces of the roof and rain gutters collapsed and Heero dragged the two of them out of the way and into the battle.

Heero lead the way, shooting off random shots towards whatever moving person he saw. He was careful to never aim to kill because he honestly didn't know who the good guys, bad guys, or unlucky civilians caught in the middle. Everywhere fighting was wearing robes; Heero didn't want to accidently shoot one of Harry's friends. Instead, he aimed for the spot just left of their shoulder, or just right of their leg. That way they would be startled enough to take cover and if they did accidently walk into the line of the bullet, the wound wouldn't be fatal. Behind him, Harry was firing spells off randomly, not being able to run and aim properly at the same time.

As Heero lead them to Duo's hiding place, Harry spotted a person lying face down on the ground. She was wearing normal robes with a blue phoenix on them and Harry stopped dead. He ran to her and Heero cursed his recklessness.

"Ms. Jones!" Harry turned the woman over and gasped. Hey eyes were glazed over and her face frozen forever. "Hestia…" Harry barely knew the woman. He had only met her a couple of times, the most memorable being when she was part of the advance guard that took him from the Dursley's for the final time. She had taken his relatives into hiding but not before scolding them for their treatment of Harry and not saying a final goodbye.

Heero's heart ached at the sight of Harry's eyes watering as he held the dead woman in his arms. He wanted to give the teen time to say goodbye but unfortunately they did not have that luxury. A loud bang echoed around them and both were forced to cover their eyes at the sound. Without warning, a man dressed in black robes and wearing a mask appeared above Harry.

"Potter!"

Heero didn't allow the person to say anything more than that. He brought up his gun and fired, aiming for the man's heart. However, to his great shock, the bullet ricocheted off the target without ever hitting him. It did the startle the person long enough for Heero to rush him and deliver a solid kick to the man's head, knocking him unconscious.

"Shield charm," Harry explained, setting Hestia Jones back on the ground. "It protects specifically from flying projectiles, including bullets. We have to get out of here."

Heero couldn't agree more. The two of them quickly continued to pick their way through the fighting to the restaurant Duo was hiding at. The sign had been blown away, but Heero was confident this was the place. As soon as they entered the building, the sounds of the fight outside dimmed. They moved cautiously up to the second floor, weary of signs of sneak attacks.

Duo was sitting in a bordered off room with his gun trained on the door. Heero was sure to perform a serious of knocks on the door that were designed to sound like pipes settling in a building but were actually a secret code amongst the pilots. It was a long moment but Duo finally answered with the coded language. Heero kicked in the door, and surveyed the room quickly with his gun drawn.

Duo was crouched in the corner underneath the window with his weapon trained on Heero. They stared at each other for a brief moment before lowering their guns. Heero made sure Harry was in the room and the door was shut again before hurrying to Duo's side.

"'Bout time you got here," Duo grumbled.

"What is your status?" Heero quickly did a scan of his body and patted down his partner, looking for wounds or broken bones.

"I got hit with one of those weird lights. I haven't been able to feel my left leg since. I managed to incapacitate my attacker and crawl up here. I've been trying to take shots out the window, but nothing seems to hit even though my line of fire if perfect."

Heero ripped the shreds of Duo's pant leg off and carefully began examining it. "They carry some sort of portable shield with them that stops bullets."

"Never heard of something like that. Are these guys black market or something?"

"Unknown." Heero frowned. "Your leg is not broken or sprained."

"I know. I can't understand why I can't feel or use it."

Harry hesitatingly stepped forward. "The light that hit you, what color was it? Did you see?"

Duo stared at him a moment before shrugging. "Red, I think. I can't be sure though."

Harry hummed and knelt next to him, pulling out his wand. He ran a small medical test that he had learned from watching Madam Pomfrey perform it on him so many times before. Unfortunately all it revealed was that the leg wasn't broken, as Heero had already diagnosed. He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"So I guess your date got interrupted?" Duo asked lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Harry blushed slightly before pointing his wand at Duo's leg. "Finite Incantatem."

Duo grimaced slightly and wiggled his toes. "Does it hurt?" Harry asked.

"Pins and needles. But at least I can feel something again."

Harry took Duo's leg into his hands and began massaging it. "Whatever spell hit you must have only barely grazed you or Finite wouldn't work."

"Did you just say spell?"

Harry paused for a brief moment before rubbing Duo's leg again and ignoring the question. He refused to make eye contact with the two men staring hard at him. Duo flexed his legs muscles and batted Harry's hands away.

"It's fine. It's good enough that I can walk. We need to retreat."

"Agreed. I sent an SOS out to the others but have yet to hear a response."

"The lights that are flying around are messing with the phone," Harry explained. "It won't work while you're so close to us."

"Close to who?" Duo asked.

"How far must we be before it works again?"

"I don't know," Harry answered. "The farther you go the better. If I can meet up with other members of the Order we can get you out of here."

"Wait, you're apart of this fight?" Duo demanded.

"No. He has been ordered by his own people to retreat and I will see to it that he does." Heero pinned Harry with a cold stare. "You are not joining this battle."

"You can't exactly stop me, Heero."

For the second time that day, Harry's head exploded with pain. He gasped loudly and rested his hands on the floor, closing his eyes tightly. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to work through the pain. A voice slipped into his mind and out his lips without his biding.

"I know you're here, Potter. I'll find you."

The connection was slammed close, leaving Harry gasping for breath. He felt Heero place his hands on shoulders and managed to open his eyes. Heero's beautiful blue eyes stared at him and Harry allowed himself to gaze into them for a moment.

"What happened?"

"Voldemort is here. If we have any chance of getting you two and my friends out of here alive we have to move now. Heero," Harry placed his hand over Heero's, "I'm not leaving the people I care about here to die. I can help them, and I will."

They stared each other down for a long moment with Duo glancing between them thoughtfully. Finally, Heero nodded. "We can not simply run around the battlefield. We must find who is in charge."

Harry twirled his wand in his fingers and let it fall flat in his palm. "Point me." The wand turned and pointed out of the restaurant, back the way they had come. "We modified this spell so that it can point north or to whoever is in charge of the Order. We'll follow this, and we'll find them."

Duo stared at the stick and shook his head. "This is a bad idea, Heero."

"We have no choice." Heero grabbed Duo's hand and hauled him to his feet. Even though he could walk now, his leg was still tingling painfully, making him limp. Heero directed Harry to help him walk even though he knew Duo could fight through the pain. Having Harry help his friend would keep the younger teen protected at all times and leave Heero free to fight when necessary. It would also prevent the teen from running off because Duo had a firm grip on him.

The three left the restaurant as stealthy as they could and Harry pointed them in the direction they needed to go. They passed few skirmishes on the way, but the ones they did come across; Harry insisted they help out in. He would hide with Duo behind whatever debris was lying around and attack from a safe distance while Heero would run in and finish the Death Eater off with a solid kick to the head or punch to the nose. As a result, the group of three managed to pick up a couple of extra people from the Order who watched their backs as they made their way to whoever was in charge.

It didn't take long to get to the heart of the fighting. Most of the Order was huddled together behind a barricade of street benches, potted plants, and trashcans that they had reinforced with magic to withstand the Death Eater's spells. The rag-tag group managed to dive behind the barrier with no one getting hurt. While the other members of the Order immediately filled in empty holes in their defense and continued the fight, Harry went straight to Professor McGonagall, Remus, and Tonk.

"Mr. Potter, for your own safety I had better be hallucinating you because of this head injury I have incurred," Professor McGonagall stated without looking at the boy.

Harry looked the old woman over and could see blood staining her disarrayed bun. "I'm okay with you thinking that. Voldemort is here."

McGonagall's eyes snapped to him briefly before turning back to the fight. She fired off a couple of stunning spells before answering tersely. "I assumed as much."

"What do you want to do?"

"We need to retreat!" Remus turned to them. "Cut our losses and run."

"No!" Tonks added her opinion. "We came here for a reason. If we give up and runaway now, everyone we've lost, we lost in vain."

"You're a fool if think your fallen comrades would rather you stayed here and fought to the death rather than retreating and saving yourselves," Duo said to her.

"Who the hell are you?"

"He's a friend of mine," Harry interrupted. "And he's right. Staying here and dying isn't going to help anyone, neither is staying here and trying to get vengeance."

"What would you know? You're just a child! These are my friends; my family! Hestia was my best friend!"

Remus laid a hand on her shoulder but Tonks shrugged it off. With a scream of rage she stood from behind the barrier and began shooting spells rapidly. Three Death Eaters were taken out before Remus grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down to safety. The woman was breathing hard and tears were falling down her cheeks.

"We have all lost friends today," McGonagall said. "But this young man and Remus are right. We have been beaten, Tonks. We must cut our losses and focus now on getting everyone who's still left out alive."

Reluctantly, Tonks nodded and angrily wiped her tears away. She gripped her wand tightly and waited for orders with a fierce look in her eyes.

"The anti-Apparition wards only extend two more blocks. We will split into groups and make our way to them. As soon as you are free of the wards, you are to apparate directly to headquarters; do not wait for anyone." She quickly divided everyone into groups of three or four. "Tonks, I want you to stay here with myself and Kingsley. We will provide cover while the groups retreat."

"Yes ma'am!" Tonks grinned viciously while Remus stared at his girlfriend worriedly.

"Perhaps I should stay as well," he offered.

"No Remus. I'm putting you in charge of Harry. Get him out of here and do not let him get into anymore trouble than he already has. You're sole priority is to protect him and get him back to Sirius safely. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

Harry briefly wondered where his godfather was for the fight but decided to ask later. He was just glad Sirius wasn't here and was somewhere safe.

"Mr. Potter, I assume your friends can be trusted?"

"Yes Professor."

"Fine. Then get out of here. The four of you will leave first."

"Yes ma'am." Remus grabbed Harry's arm and tugged him after him.

"Remus!" Professor McGonagall called after him. "There is a strong possibility that more Death Eaters are waiting at the end of the wards. Keep a watchful eye out."

"Of course."

"On my mark!" Professor McGonagall and the others prepared to strike. "One, two… Mark!"

The Order members launched a cascading volley of spells, providing plenty of cover for Harry's small group. The four dashed into an alley and ran away from the fight. They made it a full block before coming upon a group of Death Eaters, waiting in the middle of the street, completely out in the open. They had their wands drawn but obviously they weren't expecting to fight anyone as they casually stood about.

"The end of the wards is just past them." Remus pointed to where they needed to be. "We should go around."

"We should attack and incapacitate them," Heero stated.

"That's too dangerous," Remus argued.

"Your allies are going to be coming this way and most are injured or tired from the battle. If these four are taken out now, they will have a clear shot to freedom and a greater chance of surviving."

"I agree with Heero," Harry chimed out. "We can surprise them and knock them all out."

"I was referring to myself and this man." Heero stared Harry down. "Duo will take you to the safe point while we disable the enemy."

"I know more about fighting with these guys than you do!"

"Irrelevant. You will be taken to safety."

"How do I know I can trust you with Harry's life?" Remus interrupted.

"Remus!"

Heero met the man's gaze. "You do not. But should my partner fail to protect him, you may have my life in exchange."

"Heero!" Duo exclaimed.

"I trust you completely, Duo."

Duo sighed and rolled his eyes. "You are crazy perfect-soldier. Fucking crazy."

Slowly, Remus nodded. "All right, I trust you. Do you have a wand?" he looked at Heero's gun in confusion. "Did you disguise it as a muggle weapon?"

Heero lifted an eyebrow at the man while Duo openly gawked. Harry sighed. "They're both muggles, Remus."

Remus' whipped around in shock. "They're what?"

"Shh!"

It was too late though. The Death Eaters suddenly looked in their direction. "Who's over there?" one of them called. "Come out, come out whoever you are…"

"Duo, go!" The braided teen didn't need to be told twice and grabbed Harry around the waist. He half dragged, half carried the teen away from ensuing fight, ignoring his protest the whole way.

"Remus, provide as much cover fire as you can!"

Heero didn't wait for the man to respond and began firing. His shots took out one Death Eater before the others threw shields about themselves. They were still caught off guard, however, and Heero was able to ambush and disable one more before the last started fighting back. Remus appeared and began shooting spells as quickly as he could, distracting the two. Heero had no other option but to get in close and attack head on with his fists as his bullets were being blocked.

Remus continued to put pressure on the Death Eaters, expertly dodging the return fire. Heero ran up behind the closet one and slammed his gun so hard into the man's face he felt the nose break even though the mask. Remus managed to break the last one's shield and then sent him flying with a particularly strong stunning charm. He jogged over to Heero.

"Are you all right?"

"Affirmative. I sustained no injuries."

"That was amazing. You are—"

"We can discuss it later. We must make sure 02 escaped with Harry safely."

Remus nodded, only briefly wondering who 02 was. They ran towards the end of the wards but as they got closer, both Remus and Heero began to feel a strange feeling of dread. Neither was quiet sure how, but the very air around them seemed to smell evil. They quickened their pace.

Cold laughter reached their ears and Remus' heart froze in his chest. They rounded the corner to see Voldemort standing before Harry and Duo. Duo was unconscious on the ground and Harry stood protectively over him, his wand drawn.

"I have been waiting a long time to kill you, Potter," Voldemort hissed, raising his wand.

"You'll have to wait a little longer!" Remus shouted. He ran straight for the dark lord, districting him momentarily from Harry.

"Remus no!"

Heero appeared next to Harry and touched Duo's hand, relieved when he felt a pulse. Voldemort shot a spell at Remus that the man was barely able to dodge. Harry quickly stood and pointed his wand at him.

"Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort's wand went flying into the air but he merely turned to Harry and smirked. "Do you think I need a wand to kill you, Potter?"

"Harry, apparate!" Remus yelled.

Harry looked back at Heero and Duo. He had never done a side-along apparition before. He wasn't sure he could handle it with one person, let alone two.

"Fool! You can not escape me!" Voldemort waved his hand and three were sent flying backwards into a building wall with wandless magic. Remus began throwing every spell he could think of at Voldemort, but the Dark Lord treated him as no more than a nuisance.

Harry scrambled to his feet. "Reducto! Incarcerous!" Ropes burst from Harry's wand and started to tie themselves around Voldemort who stared at them in disdain. Remus used the moment to run to the teens and grabbed Duo's leg.

"We're leaving, now!"

Harry grabbed Heero just as Voldemort wordlessly banished the ropes and pointed a long, spiderlike finger at the foursome. Harry and Remus gasped and collapsed to the ground, both struggling for breath.

"Do you like my new trick, Potter? It uses a wizard's own magic against him. The stronger the wizard, the more powerful this spell."

Harry's world was beginning to go dark as his oxygen supply was rapidly depleted. He saw Heero come to his feet and begin shooting at Voldemort. The evil wizard laughed.

"What is this? You are not affected by my spell and try to harm me with muggle weapons? Did the great Harry Potter actually think that a lowly muggle could harm me? I will kill you for this insolence."

Voldemort easily summoned his wand back to him and leveled it on Heero. To Harry's horror, he whispered the two most deadly words a wizard can utter.

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry felt a surge of adrenaline that allowed him to push through the spell holding him down. He crashed into Heero and felt the air above his back blow as the spell passed over him. They crashed into the ground and Harry did the only thing he could think of at that moment to protect Heero; he disapparated. The feeling of being sucked through a tiny straw engulfed him. After a long moment the pair finally slammed into the ground. Harry tried to look up and see where they were but his vision swam and he passed out, still tightly clutching Heero.

When Harry opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that it was daytime. The second thing he discovered was that his glasses weren't on. Slowly, the teen sat up, realizing he was in a large, luxurious bed. His arm itched and Harry squinted at it. He looked around and spotted what he thought were glasses on a table next to the bed. He snatched them up and put them on, glad that they were his.

Taking a look around, Harry found himself in an unfamiliar room. It was richly decorated with wooden furniture and the windows were wide open, allowing in a light summer breeze. Harry looked at his arm again and realized he was hooked up to a muggle IV. He frowned at it and gently removed the needle in his arm before getting out of bed.

The sound of a toilet flushing had him on guard and turning towards the restroom that was connected to the room. A blonde exited with a folded magazine in his hand. He stopped short and stared at Harry in surprise.

"You're awake!" The man had a soft voice with a soothing accent. He quickly moved towards Harry but stopped when the teen backed away and reached for a wand he only just realized wasn't there. "I'm sorry!" the man said quickly and took a couple of steps backwards. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Who are you?"

He smiled. "My name is Quatre Winner. I am a friend of Heero and Duo's. This is my house."

"You know Heero? Is he here?"

"Yes, he's downstairs right now. If you get back into bed, I will go get him."

"I'll come with you," Harry said instead. Quatre looked torn.

"You're still ill…"

"I'm fine. Please, if Heero's here I want to see him."

The man sighed. "All right. But let me get something so you can bring the IV with you."

Harry held up his arm, showing Quatre that he had already removed it. The blonde looked putout for a moment before shrugging. "This way, then."

He lead him through the halls of what Harry assumed was a family mansion. The carpeting was a deep red and pictures of people who bore a strong family resemblance to Quatre lined the halls. The pictures didn't move, proving Harry was in the muggle world.

The staircase was huge and lead to two large double doors. To the left was a dining area and to the right was a living room. Harry heard noise from the living room and that was where Quatre led them.

Heero was sitting in a chair with a cup of untouched tea before him. He looked perfectly fine without a single scratch on him. Harry felt as though his legs were about to give out in relief and he rested a hand on the doorframe to steady himself. Sitting on the couch was Duo, talking with exaggerated hand movements, and next to him was Remus. Duo's leg was wrapped up in bandages and Remus had a band aid on his forehead but otherwise the two looked fine.

Heero spotted them first and stood. "Harry."

Remus turned around quickly and surged to his feet. He crossed the room in three strides and wrapped Harry into a hug. "Thank Merlin! Harry, I was so worried about you!"

Harry hugged the man back awkwardly. "I'm fine, Remus. What's going on? How did we get here?"

Remus quickly directed Harry to a seat while Quatre excused himself to make them lunch. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"I told you, I'm fine." He turned to Heero and Duo. "Are you two all right?" His eyes lingered on Heero's face before glancing at Duo's bandaged leg.

"We're good. Remmy here assures me my leg will be fine in a week or so. Whatever was done to it was only temporary and will heal nicely on its own."

Harry sighed in relief before looking to Heero. "I am unharmed."

"I'm glad. How did we get here? The last thing I remember is apparating away from the fight."

Remus nodded. "You didn't exactly get far. The stress of whatever spell you-know-who cast on us and then forcing yourself to apparate yourself and one other person, drained you of your magic. You've been sleeping for a couple of days."

"A couple of days?"

"Once you performed your teleportation, I was able to contact a very trusted friend and call for pick up. I brought you straight here for medical treatment," Heero explained.

"What about you two? How'd you get away?"

Remus shrugged. "The same as you. I managed to apparate myself and Mr. Maxwell back to headquarters. We stayed there a day to recuperate and get medical treatment from Madam Pomfrey. Afterwards, Mr. Maxwell agreed to bring me here to get you but absolutely refused to let anyone else come as he didn't trust them, hence the lack of your crazed godfather."

"Is Sirius okay?"

"He is furious and worried out of his mind. So are Ron and Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. I've been sending them regular updates about how you're doing and promised that as soon as you were strong enough I'd bring you home."

"And the battle? How did that end?"

"We lost four people, in total," Remus relayed sadly. "But Professor McGonagall was able to lead everyone else out safely."

Harry nodded sadly. "How's Tonks doing?"

"She is grieving but she's an extraordinarily strong girl. She'll be okay."

"I'm sorry you have to be here waiting on me instead of helping her. If you want to go back, I can follow on my own."

Remus snorted. "And face the entire Order without you? I think not. We'll have some lunch and if you're feeling strong enough then, I'll take you back."

Harry nodded. "All right." He turned to Heero and Duo. "So I guess you guys know everything now, huh?"

Heero's eyes darkened and even though Duo was still smiling his face went cold. "We don't know nuthin', actually," Duo said with false cheerfulness. "Despite everything that happened and what we've been through, this guy won't explain a damn thing."

Harry turned to Remus in surprise. "Why?"

Remus sighed. "Harry, despite getting caught up in the fight, they are both still muggles. It is forbidden to tell them about our world."

"I think it's a little too late for secrecy."

"I agree!" Duo chimed in.

"If we tell them anymore we risk the Ministry finding out. And if the Ministry finds out they'll erase their memories."

"The who will do what now?" Duo glared between the two.

"People who don't have ma—"

"Harry," Remus interrupted warningly.

Harry sighed. "People who aren't a part of our world can't know about our world. And the ones who find out… their memories are erased."

"Anyone tries to touch our memories, and I will kill them."

"Which is why I keep insisting we don't tell you anymore than you already know," Remus explained gently. "I have never agreed with the tampering of minds, so we won't report you. But if you find out anything more, there's too great a chance you'll be discovered. It is safer for everyone if you remain in the dark."

"Wonderful," Duo deadpanned.

Harry stared at the floor sadly. He was afraid to look at Heero right now. He didn't want to see the judgment he imagined was in the other boy's eyes. Quatre chose that moment to enter the living room.

"Lunch is ready."

Quietly, they all stood and made their way to the kitchen. Two more people were there; one was very tall and taking off a chef's apron, while the other, an Asian man, was finishing setting the table.

"Harry, these are two of our friends, Wufei Chang and Trowa Barton," Quatre introduced. Both bowed respectfully in greeting and Harry awkwardly returned the gesture. "Please sit. Harry, you especially need to eat."

"Thank you," Harry said quietly as everyone sat together at the table in an awkward silence.

It was almost six by the time Remus was ready to take Harry back to Headquarters. Harry had eaten and showered and been checked over once more by Quatre's personal doctor, Sally Po. After she had declared him healthy, Remus declared it was time for them to go. Harry was sitting on the bed while Remus quickly gathered his overnight bag. He explained he'd been waiting at the house since yesterday.

"We should just apparate now," Remus suggested softly. "Our presence here is dangerous enough for those boys as it is. A quiet exit would be best."

Harry shook his head. "I can't do that. I can't just leave Heero again without saying goodbye. It wouldn't be right."

Remus nodded understandingly. "Then let's go. We should get back before the sun sets."

Quietly, Harry followed Remus through the hallways. The five boys were waiting at the stairs for them and Harry suddenly felt irrationally nervous. Remus lead the way confidently and stopped before Quatre.

"Thank you for opening your home to us and taking sure good care of Harry." He held out his hand. "I am in your debt."

Quatre took the offered hand. "Anything for a friend of Heero's."

They smiled at one other before stepping away. Harry said a polite thank you as well but his eyes were focused on Heero. The man was staring at him intensely. Harry tried to grin. "You're staring."

Heero did not smile. "Where are you going?"

"Heero—"

"I do not care about your laws. I am more than capable at handling myself."

Harry nodded. "I know. But Remus is right, it's better like this."

Heero raised an eyebrow in obvious disbelief.

"It is. You saw that fight. That's the war I'm fighting in right now. My life will constantly be in danger until either me or Voldemort dies. There's no getting around it. I could never ask you to get involved."

"You did not ask," Heero pointed out.

"Yeah well, let's keep it that way." Harry leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Heero's cheek. "Thank you," he whispered.

They said a sad farewell to the other's gathered and Remus walked them outside. They made their way to some trees growing on the mansion ground that would hide them from view when they apparated. The five former pilots stared after them.

"This is leaving a bad taste in my mouth," Duo grumbled.

"Heero?" Quatre called. "Are you all right?"

Heero was watching Harry walk away. The boy's posture was slumped and slow. He hung his head and wasn't really paying attention to where he was walking, allowing Remus to guide him. Harry's fist would clench and unclench every few seconds and he kept sighing.

"He is an open book, despite being in a war," Heero said. And it was true. The wars had hardened Heero and the others. They did not come out of them with their emotions intact. They were all stunned; trained to be suspicious of everyone, no matter what. But Harry wasn't like that. He had allowed two strangers to cover his back in battle without having any idea of their skills. He opened his heart to Heero, who was basically a stranger to him. He didn't question people and didn't try to hide from them. He was a naïve child, despite what he thought of himself. Trust like that would ensure Harry Potter would not live through the war.

Heero made up his mind. He walked quickly off the porch and waited, ignoring his friend's calls. Harry was worth protecting. If the boy looked back, Heero would go with him. As if on cue, Harry paused and turned around, his green eyes swimming with sadness and a little hope.

Without missing a beat, Heero strode forward. He knew the teen would turn back; it was obvious. Harry waited and didn't flinch away when Heero invaded his personal space.

"I am coming with you."

"Heero—"

"Civilian life does not suit me. I do not like waking up in the morning and deciding if my pancakes should have blueberries in them or not. I do not like how six hours of my day is 'free time.' I do not like working at a place that requires my skills but does not allow me to use them to their full extent."

"Heero I—"

"I am more at peace on the battlefield, where I know what to do and can control the outcome. I have made up my mind; I am coming with you."

"I'm not taking you with me because you're bored with your life. This is a war we're talking about."

Heero nodded. "You are worth fighting in a third war for."

Harry was shocked into silence, forgetting all of his arguments as to why Heero shouldn't be allowed to come with him. He felt his eyes sting and, before he could cry for real, he wrapped Heero into a hug. He was happily surprised when Heero hugged him back.

"You can't back out. If you come with me now, you're in till the end, whether that's good or bad."

"I understand and accept the mission."

Harry closed his eyes tightly and smiled. Without a second thought, Harry apparated himself and Heero away.

A/N: So there will be a part three to this. Start looking for it about this time next year. It will be a hard one to write because I'm planning on delving so much into Heero's character and his fight between being a soldier and civilian.

Thank you all for supporting this story and its predecessor. Have a wonderful day.